Snippet #1398142

Goldie soon headed for the exit form the casstle, her job complete, and keen to get away from the place. She was never terribly impressed with the state of the palace, and was keen to get back to Index. She'd been allowed to call the shots in the town for the most part, and had it running perfectly as far as she was concerned. She stepped outside, approaching her carriage. It was pulled by some rather depressed looking unicorns, that soon began to move once she'd got inside. That was one advantage of talking livestock...they were pretty good at remembering routes.


"We need disguises for those posing as traders." Red stated.
"Preferably people who can manage to put up a decently beleivable trader persona. Troll guards aren't all that bright, but we need to be careful regardless."
She made her way over to the window, narrowing her eyes.